I couldn’t be happier.
Chapter One Hundred-Forty-Six
Robin
Four Months Later
It’s the last day of the year, and somehow, Falcon has managed to pull off the impossible.
He got the keys to our new house. We weren’t supposed to move in until tomorrow, but I told him that would be a day too late for tonight’s celebration, and he moved heaven and earth to make sure I could host a party for my mom’s birthday tonight inside our new home.
Ever since she told me about her birthday, I’ve been thinking about making it special for her.
Cressidan Grove is the closest suburb to Cressidan City, and the house has an amazing garden, with a two-bedroom guest house out back that will be perfect for my mom and sister.
The academy has been great for the last few months.
We’ve spent a lot of time together.
But I can tell my mom would like a little more space.
She’s not used to being around people all the time.
The separate house feels like the ideal solution.
She’ll get to have her own space, but she’ll be a few steps away from our home whenever we want to see each other. It’s perfect. And tonight is the perfect time to introduce her to our new home.
I get out to the house with my mates at four p.m. and we spend an hour decorating, and a couple of hours having some private time, before we send Falcon to pick up Mom and Luna.
My little sister is still tiny, but she can walk now.
At ten months old, she’s a wild child.
Always getting into everything.
And always getting her way.
Like it should be.
I’m not due to have my first tiny terror until the beginning of June, but I can hardly wait.
I don’t know which of my mates are more excited.
Harper talks about it the most, because he’s Harper.
Shayne is always worrying about how much rest I’m getting and how many vitamins I need.
Falcon has bought everything we’ll ever need for the kid and he’s still more than five months away from arriving. It’s been gradually filling up an empty suite at the academy since we first went shopping for Luna.
But I think maybe Jay is the most looking forward to being a dad, just by the proud looks he’s always giving my sister for hitting her milestones or for smiling when he pulls silly faces at her.
“It’s weird, I’m kind of nervous,” I admit, as I put on the underwear that looks best under the silver party dress Harper bought for me. He’s one hell of a personal stylist, and he’s also become an online sensation for posting videos of the classic rock songs he plays on his violin.
“About what?” Harper asks from in front of the closet.
We brought our party clothes along and hung them up so they wouldn’t get crushed.
We also brought bedsheets for the bed Falcon managed to get delivered within an hour of getting the keys, as well as party decorations and food.
